August 2nd, 2005

Tuesday, August 2

A few things before I start:

---I interpreted the last panel of yesterday's strip to mean, not that Elly was happy because April was unhappy, but rather that it didn't matter one way or the other how April felt; Elly was happy and that was the bottom line. "No it won't." "Then it will be good for me [so who cares if it's good for the two of you or not]." (In which case, "well" would have been more appropriate than "then".)

---Or maybe "Then it will be good for me [because that way I don't have to actually do anything]." As chucique points out, if Elly thinks April and the Continental [hi, almathea!] have too much too soon, then she should TALK to April about it, rather than separate them and assume that that will arrest April's sex drive. IYAM, Elly started off on the wrong foot right after Smoochgate, telling April, "You've read all the articles; you have all the information...I want you to always be able to say, 'I made the right decision'." ARGHHHH! She was not even TWELVE! People TWICE that age do not have "all the information", and they don't get it from reading "all the articles"! You have to talk, one on one, and give the individual the info that SHE needs! (And what articles, anyway? All we saw was "The Big Question", about periods and where babies come from.)

---And speaking of things not shown, how do we know, and how do we know Elly knows, that April and the C.'s relationship is serious enough to warrant intervention? I honestly thought that they were broken up for a while, based on last summer when April left Butterscotch in Becky's care and thought, "I'm glad she's with my bunny and not my boyfriend...if I had one." So have they really been together consistently for almost three years, or was a dead relationship revived at the grad dance? And even if it was, Liz didn't see the makeout session, so how would Elly know? And again, how about discussion instead of distraction? She might be able to prevent April from going roadside this summer, but she can't lock her in a tower until age 18 and expect her to be perfectly well-adjusted as soon as she comes of age.

---almathea again: You can read old strips in the collections. I don't know if libraries have them, but you can get them in bookstores or order them online. Michael's farm visit is chronicled in "Things are Looking Up" and Liz's in "Growing Like a Weed".

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Whew! Now, on to today's strip.

BDBs: One, in panel 2.

Panel 1: As someone asked yesterday, where's John? Does he think he might betray his inappropriate attraction to his giggish daughter while bidding her farewell? Maybe her absence is so traumatic to him he can't bear to see her leave.

Panel 2: See, I would have thought "Don't chew with your mouth open" was a joke. I mean, that's a pretty low priority, right? And anyway, a 14 y/o should know that by now.

Panel 3: ARGHHH! again. No, April is not almost an adult! She's not a little kid either, but 14 is not almost an adult. Why not just say, "She's 14, not 4" and leave it at that? There have been multiple references recently to April being "grown up" or so near to it that it makes no difference, and that really boggles my mind. Yet another side effect of her not being based on a real person, I s'pose. Baby for the first 10 years, now an adult. What-evah.

Panel 4: Oh, so it wasn't a joke. (And of course, these are all bad-teeth-having Non-Pattersons.) But of all the things to get hung up about...! Have you noticed an epidemic of people chewing with their mouths open? I sure haven't. This must be another one of LJ's Grumpy Old Woman pet peeves. So of course that makes it a national crisis. She better not ever go to China, that's all I can say.

August letters!

Hi guys! Listen, I would have opened a separate page for the letters, but they always come up when I'm at work, and I don't have internet access there!

I'm going to post my comments now. Some of them will overlap what's already been said, but so be it. Then I'll promote the comments from the other thread. 'K?

---Elly's letter. We had six police cruisers driving past the store on a regular basis - between our crowd (in their cloaks and pointy hats) and the bar patrons. It must have looked like Mardi Gras from a police perspective. Shouldn't that have been one sentence?

The old-fashioned streetlamps the city bought seemed silly at the time but they do look nice all lit up, Silly at what time? And of course they look nice lit up; that's what they're FOR. And here's a news flash: the world, let alone Milborough, does not need your opinion on EVERYTHING.

John's letter. It's unfortunate that Becky is choosing to off with stars in her eyes and will be missing the most important part of life: friendship. So, you can only wish her luck, knowing that if she does make it, she will likely not have a happy life.

That's a meme left over from the fifties, that it's lonely at the top and success does not bring happiness. Just something people told themselves so they'd feel better about not having talent or drive.

Being a professional musician is a difficult life.

If a person loves music, then that's a sacrifice they're willing to make. And it doesn't make their life an empty mockery.

Having a normal life, surrounded by friends and family and enjoying music as a hobby or as a passion is a lot more fun. That's an opinion from someone who gave up piano after the fourth lesson.

I rest my case.

Liz's letter. Honeyyyyyyy! Stop living in denial! It is NOT all in your head! It IS Howard! If the car is the same color and model as his, then it's a safe bet that it's his! And ANY car that drives past three times in ten minutes is something to worry about! I just hope that when she's on her chocolate quest, she doesn't keep saying, "Someone just ducked behind a bush...but it's probably not Howard."

And you're not ready for Anthony to settle down? Come again, please?

I suppose I can give her a mulligan on the three books a month, since she probably does have a lot going on, with the work she takes home and the crafts and so forth. Still, three a month...I can hardly fathom that.

April's letter. I really don't need to hear details about the Continental's kissing style, TYVM.

And for once I agree with her: Text messages, online chat, whatever. There's no fad or technology that is solely to blame for corruption. Elly just always needs something to rail against and absolve her of responsibility.

Mike's letter. I have been coming home late for the past month and crawling into bed with a sleeping woman. God forbid I should wake her up. It's not safe these days...and besides, she's right. Yeah, god forbid you should make any gesture that could be construed as foreplay. What's not safe, and what is she right about? Does that mean, she's claiming to be so super-fertile that if he touches her, she'll get knocked up again?

Meanwhile, I have a family who needs me, and I need them more than ever. Then, uh, why don't you stay home once in a while?

Oh, you and your imaginary lines. If I were the Kelpfroths, I'd be sending you imaginary pizzas you didn't order and signing you up for imaginary porn magazine subscriptions.

Again, we place our table, play pool and barbecue on "our side" Don't you mean, play IN THE pool?

Deanna's letter. There isn't much compounding to be done anymore, so it's mainly a case of dispensing the proper meds and, naturally, making sure that nothing interacts or causes a reaction. Or, you know, stops someone from getting pregnant when they can't afford it.

Still, proper execution of any advice is up to the customer. We always hope for the best. Uh...yeah.

Jim/Iris's letter. Nothing worth mentioning, except I was mildly surprised to find they've been watching Doctor Who. The way she led up to it, I was thinking The Avengers.

Pets' letter. I hate to say this, but I'm flirting with the idea of finding Shiimsa a friend from the shelter. I've got the hang of cat servitude now, and I wouldn't mind finding Miss Fuzzypants a playmate for the days when I'm at work. Just a thought... Oh no no nooooo! Two cats, then three, and next thing, you've got thirty-seven of them and you never go out! (No offense to any cat-owners reading this; I'm just saying, I can totally see Liz being the stereotypical spinster!)

Wednesday, August 3

Ai-yi! No sooner do I get finished with the comments on the letters than I have to post about Wednesday's strip! No rest for the weary! J/K; you know I don't begrudge this.

Panel 1: ANOTHER unnecessary prompt. You've met Gerald before, you know, Liz. This may be an off-and-on relationship, but it's not a brand-new development.

Panel 2: Liz, shut up! Even though I don't believe Elly meant it when she said April and the Continental have "just an innocent crush", you could have steered her further in that direction and saved April from the chastity belt you KNOW Elly's having made for her while she's away! Don't incite her with this talk of "passionate, all-consuming adult love"!

Panel 3: Elly really looks like she wishes Liz would shut up too.

Panel 4: Oh brother. I feel a flashback coming on. I'll have to check, but I think this might be the same guy we heard about years ago: the paperboy for whom Elly dyed her hair red with food coloring, who alternately ignored and used her as she followed him around.

ETA: No, that guy's name was Colin Winch. Still, it wouldn't surprise me to get a reworking of the same story with a different name.